Innocent Blue

Chapter 1

Gripping her arm tightly, Ravenia Blair nervously watched the crowd pass her by. She was seated outside the Tokyo Alley Cat Bakery. She had arrived by plane an hour and a half ago and was waiting for her uncle, Marlee Jones. A sigh escaped her lips as she glanced down at her watch. He was always late, but this was excessive. Maybe I should go find him. 

Ravenia had visited Japan several times before, as Marlee was her last living relative. On the outside, one would think that Ravenia should live with her uncle, but her lineage made it impossible. As the daughter of the two greatest exorcists to ever live, Ravenia was obligated to attend Mayfield Academy. There was no other option.

After nearly three hours of waiting, Ravenia concluded that her uncle had forgotten her. She was 16, and could find her way to his apartment just fine. With her luggage in hand, Ravenia briskly trotted towards Akihabara's largest apartment complex.

It was early May, and Ravenia was please to find that the cherry blossoms were in full bloom. Her silky black hair fell to her knees and two sapphire eyes scanned the scenery. A soft breeze caused petals to gently fall to the ground and memories drifted by her of the years she spent with her parents there.

Ravenia was a couple miles from her destination when a soft ringing filled her ears: an indication of demonic energy nearby. Following the sound, she was soon led to an alley. As a 5"1 teenage girl, she was hesitant to enter, but as a student of Mayfield, it was her duty to investigate.

The ringing grew to a distinct hum as she ducked into the dim opening. What greeted her was the sight of a tall, muscular man and a swirling red vortex embedded in the concrete. Before she could say a word, the man took her arm and flung her into the portal like a wolf tears apart its prey.

Next thing she knew, Ravenia was waking up on a forest floor in a puddle of her own blood.

...

SIX MONTHS LATER

...

Yawning into her hand, Ravenia swatted her alarm clock and sat up. She looking around slowly. Satisfied that she was in her dorm room, she dressed and went about her day as normal. 

Of course, "normal" was different for everyone, but Ravenia found her life to overwhelmingly normal in comparison to her expectations. One singular thought entered her mind at least three times a day: Why am I still taking academics in my second year of a school designed to train exorcists and magic users?

Since her enrollment, Ravenia had taken one class tailored to her demographic: Mayfield Mission and Honor Codex. It had contained no fieldwork what so ever.

Ravenia's attempt at honoring the Codex six months prior hadn't exactly been successful. Since her return, the staff had been treating her as if she were incompetent. The students had spread rumors that they only let her stay at the Academy because of who her parents were.

In class, Ravenia studied diligently in hopes of being promoted to fieldwork.

By lunchtime, those hopes were dead and her time was spend banging her her against the desk.

Before dinner was finished, she was bored out of her mind.

"How the hell am I supposed to take this?!"

In her dorm room on November 13th, at 8:23 pm, Ravenia Blair was screaming obscenities at her cat, Snorlax, and punching a now flat and concave stuffed bear.

"Why am I being treated like I'm defective? A girl falls into one fucking vortex, and suddenly she's a dumb&ss!"

Her voice carried throughout the halls and raised many questions in her peers, but none were brave enough to ask them.

Outside her door, her shy roommate, Alison Roze was waiting for a safe moment to enter the room. That moment was five minutes later, when snores replaced the screams.

Alison closed the door behind her and picked up the little orange furball that greeted her. She whispered softly to Snorlax, "I guess its a good thing you aren't a parrot. You'd have such a colorful vocabulary."

...

The next morning, a boy around 16 years old, with emerald eyes and blonde hair, entered Dean Magister's office at 5:30 am. Rising from his desk, the Dean mused, "Lucas Mythosia, our newest student. How's the day treating you?"

Smirking, Lucas glanced out the window into complete darkness. He replied, "Not much at all."

The Dean grinned and cocked an eyebrow. "Quite true."

Despite being in his late 70's, Dean Magister was in excellent shape. he could still protect himself to an extend, and his many years of experience had yet to kill his good humor. Young Mythosia was a smart&ss, but he took no insult from it. You can't expect a demon to be a too keen on politeness and respect.

Magister was very cautious of Lucas. This was, in theory, Ms. Blair's antithesis. However... Lucas was different from his father. Several things made this clear. For instance, the literal pile of dead Hellspawn brought to his front door earlier that month. According to the letter perched on top of the carcasses, each and every one was a criminal in the eyes of Hellena's new code of law. 

Lucas waited patiently as the Dean gathered his files before turning to exit. The Dean's voice stopped him, "So tell me, why does the third prince of Hell want to attend a school that exists to threaten his subjects?"

Lucas turned to the elderly exorcist. With a grin, he responded, "The People of Hellena deserve a Queen. I assure you, Mayfield will stand even taller once I wed the daughter of Stanley and Marissa Blair."

A/N: This is literally the third chapter I've uploaded across all my stories in the past hour. This and another were already partially written. I don't know why I'm so motivated. 

With all this work I'm doing, one might think I'm feeling ill.